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I am not a word. I am not a line. I am not a girl that can ever be defined. Don't u worry ur pretty little mind, ppl throw rocks at things that shine

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This Blog BELONG TO Qiena Abd Halim ...i just want u to know that this is My Space,My Place,My bLog,so i have right to write anything that i want,when i want that relate to my life.I'm have no intention to embarrass anyone as i do not mention ur real's name..so if you feel annoyed or don't like what i'm already posting,u can get outta here.another reminder to all reader,i'm admit that i used harsh words to express my feeling because this is me. if you hate it, just close my page and dont read it ..

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Insomnia

by Qiena Abd Halim


Darn it...i can't sleep at all..what im suppose to do?i need to go to the campus in a few hours and yet im still awake..am i too excited about going back to class?A part of me said yes n the other half,feels soo confused...I don't know how to react when i see my fellow classmate..i know im not going to be the same person for the past 2 semester..the one they used to know..will i able to smile when im lookin at them?too many things did happened and when i looked back,i've found an important lesson in my life..sumthin that i left behind n i got paid for letting my guard down..I REALLY WANT TO MOVE ON...!!!..Moon,i hope u r here..


pull urself together girl...let bygone be bygone...Don't look back again...definately....=)

~the `e.n.d~
p/s:my bi r sucks..sorry abot that

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